Page 248 of Gift from the Source
Dressed in a floor-length white gown, the embroidery has changed from the cream that it was, to purple. There was a train to the original design, but now she’s trimmed it so it doesn’t trip her feet.
My gaze falls on the crown on her head, then it swings to Aurora.
My boy placed that crown on her head for her Nexus’s ceremony.
She placed it on her sister’s at her ceremony.
“Gaster, are you okay?”
Willow’s worried tone pulls me from the memory, and I blink away the tears. “Never been better, child. You look amazing.”
Her smile widens and my heart triples in size.
She spins around in place, looking down at the material lovingly. “You think I did okay? I didn’t want to alter Mom’s dress too much.”
“She told you to change it completely just as she did when she found her mother’s. She only told you where it was stored so you could have it if you wanted it. I think she’d besmitten and so proud.”
Her shoulders sag as a whoosh of air escapes her and I take a tentative step toward her. “Good. Okay, I have something old, something burrowed, two things actually. Something new,” she says, wiggling her eyebrows at Oakly, Aria, and Aurora. Judging by those giggling noises they make, I deem I do not want to know. “Now I just need something blue. Will you help me with that?”
Something blue?
“Absolutely. What do you have in mind?”
My confused gaze follows her across the room as she grabs a shirt that’s lying across the couch. I immediately recognize it and my eyes soften as I watch her bring it to her nose.
“It still smells like him,” she says quietly as she passes me the shirt. “I trust your creative genius. Will you use this to make me something blue to go with the dress?”
My throat tightens. “Of course.”
I walk around her slowly as my fingers strum over the fabric of CC’s shirt. With each step, I begin to unravel the threads.
As I come to stand in front of her, I lift the bottom of her dress to see her shoes, and I chuckle as her bare toes wiggle around.
My element glides through my fingers as I begin lacing the blue threads around the purple design she implemented herself. I keep the stitches thin so it doesn’t take from hers but accentuates it.
She laughs and holds her arms out for balance as the silver shoes I create raise her up about an inch. I weave the blue in intricate patterns all over them. Some strands I dye purple as they glide through my fingers so her whole scheme matches.
Once I’m done, I give her a nod and she lifts her dress to look.
“Oh, Gaster, they’re beautiful.”
“He’ll be with you every step of the way, child.”
Her eyes instantly well with tears when she throws her arms around my waist. I hold her tenderly and close my eyes for only a moment.
The sounds of sniffles start echoing around the room and I look at my other granddaughter. “None of that, Oakly. You’re going to start a chain reaction, and we don’t have time for it.”
“You’re right. Fuck, they snuck up on me. I’ve done so good all day.”
“Sorry, that was probably my fault,” Aurora says softly as she blots her eyes and Aria holds her hand out for a tissue as well.
“Enough, you three. Goodness,” I playfully scold as I cup Willow’s cheeks. “They’re waiting on you, child. Are you ready?”
“I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life.”
“Good. Okay, girls, you first. We’ll be behind you,” I say, clapping my hands together and waving them out.
As soon as we step out of the room, the wolf’s eyes bore into poor Aria. She quietly mumbles a soft thank you as she stares back at him. Willow’s giggling at them draws their attention.
